I left them there, knowing the unease would start to eat at the newbie’s mind.
Perfect.
Soon, it would be just him and me.
And no one could save him.
I headed to the storage room, where everything was already
I leaned against the wall, crossing my arms as I waited.
But the minutes dragged on.
Time passed, and still no sign of him.
Irritation bubbled under my skin.
Who did he think he was, making me wait?
I clicked my tongue against the roof of my mouth, impatient.
And then, I heard hesitant footsteps approaching.
He entered.
His shoulders were rigid, his eyes scanning the room carefully. There was hesitation in every move he made.
Perfect.
The door closed behind him, and I stepped forward, letting my smile stretch wider.
“Took you long enough, newbie,” I said, my voice dripping with contempt.
Elijah looked at me, discomfort written all over his face.
‘I almost considered letting you clean only half…” I drawled. “But since you made me wait, now you’ll clean everything.”
His eyes widened as he took in the size of the storage room.
“There’s no way I can finish this today,” he stammered, disbelief clear on his face.
I shrugged.
“I don’t care. Grab the supplies and start now.”
There was hesitation in his eyes, but he swallowed hard and walked toward the cleaning supplies room.
I waited. Every one of his steps echoed in the quiet room. When he bent down to pick up the supplies, I moved without haste, locking the door behind me discreetly.
The tension thickened.
Adrenaline burned under
my
skin.
Taking advantage of his distraction, I grabbed his hair and yanked him back, slamming him to the floor. The thud echoed through the storage room.
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Before he could react, I was on him, pinning him down with my weight..
“Let me go! he shouted, struggling beneath me.
I laughed darkly.
You knew this was fishy, and yet you came. That means you want this as as I do.”
1 ground my erection against him, feeling his body tense under mine.
But what really pissed me off was the look of disgust on his face.
Disgust.
That same mouth that moaned and begged for more last night
twisted in revulsion.
Rage consumed me.
I crushed his lips in a brutal kiss, trying to shatter that pathetic resistance. But the bastard bit down hard, tearing my skin.
I let out a growl of pain, pulling back instinctively.
It was enough.
His head smashed into mine with a violent headbutt, making the world spin for a second. Before I could react, I felt a blow to
my stomach.
The kick sent me sprawling back.
I fell to the floor with a surprised groan, watching, stunned, as he scrambled to his feet and bolted out of the storage room.
Heavy breaths escaped my lips, furious and ragged.
My lip throbbed, the metallic taste of blood spreading in my mouth. The pounding pain in my head only fueled the rage boiling inside me.
The bastard defied me.
My whole body trembled with hatred as I got back on my feet.
That son of a bitch. That filthy little whore. Treating me like this?
I clenched my fists tightly as I left the storage room, blood dripping from the corner of
On the way, I ran into Pietro, one of the guards.
Without wasting time, I grabbed his shoulders, squeezing them hard.
“Prepare the yard, There’s going to be a prisoner fight today.”
Pietro frowned, confused.
“Who?”
A wicked smile spread across my face.
“The Crusher against the newbie, Elijah Vaughn.”
His eyes widened.
my mouth.
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“Are you insane? That’s the Reaper’s boy!”
My jaw clenched.
Pietro wasn’t going to ruin this.
I took a deep breath, forcing a fake casual tone.
“And who do you think gave the order?”
Hesitation flickered across his face.
“What do you mean?”
I leaned in slightly, narrowing my eyes.
“Seems like the kid betrayed him. The Reaper wants to teach him a lesson.”
Pietro’s discomfort was obvious.
“I don’t know…” he replied, uncertain.
I kept my stance firm.
“If you don’t believe me, ask him yourself. But you know the Reaper doesn’t like repeating orders.”
That was enough.
Pietro flinched and nodded.
“Fine. I’ll inform the others and get everything ready.”
He turned to leave, but before he could take another step, I grabbed his wrist.
“One more thing.”
Pietro swallowed hard.
“It should start early. By five at the latest. That way, we’ll have time for more matches.”
The man hesitated but finally agreed.
I watched him walk away, already picturing everything unfolding exactly as I’d planned.
Then, a cruel smile spread across my face.
That bastard didn’t want me?
Now he’ll pay for it.
And when the Reaper comes out of the warden’s office, it’ll be too late.
His toy will be dead.
Get ready, Elijah.
You’re going to regret ever refusing me.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
